Tuesday, April 15, 2014
We have a plethora of beautiful girls in our second generation--meet Lorelai. She looks determined with a sweetness chaser. I can't wait to meet her. I'll probably need a bib and utensils because I plan on eating her up! She makes NINE grandkids--six pink, three blue. Smashing fun! I love her ballerina ostrich. She sent me some birthday greetings and apologized for coming 4 days early of that. Not to worry. We'll share the same zodiac sign and call it good. I find myself peering deep into this picture--trying to perceive her soul, you know. She may be a caboose in that family. I'm wondering who was at her send-off celebration...Will she be the doll toting sidekick her sister Rosie really needs? I hope her arms are skinny enough for the sweater I'm knitting! Dog lover or cat affecianado? Tummy or back sleeper? Mommy's girl or Daddy's? Are there mud puddles in her future? Bubble baths? She seems completely likeable to me. Welcome to the circus, Lorelai. Grab a hand, hold on, enjoy the cotton candy, and watch out for the tigers...Love, Grammy
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
I'm not going too far into details, just can't resist the highlights. Paco left the house early early today to get a crown on a tooth he broke. One car is in the shop, so I said all gallant like, "Ill just walk." We live about 3 miles from the hospital, but the day was above freezing--bikini weather for Brrrrrr Lake. Now, I'm just vain enough that I took some extra time today getting ready. Don't want anyone examining my ROOTS along with my colon! Neither do I want to become legendary for fuzzy legs. Needless to say my pastoral walk into town turned into alternate speed walking/jogging as I raced the clock. It seemed too early to solicit friend help, and besides my phone was dead. With a mile left and my appointment time behind me, I hailed down a car. She waved merrily and passed me by. Then I got aggressive and stepped out in front of the next truck, flailing both arms this time. And THAT is how I ended up being delivered to my colonoscopy by a Peruvian sheep rancher. Honestly.
P.S. Who knew my procedure included lunch in the cafeteria for me AND my newly-crowned designated driver! AND I got an A FREAKING PLUS on my colon!!!!!!!! Whoooo--eeeee!
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
I remember it like it was yesterday--the whole family gathered around our black and white TV much like we did EVERY Sunday night--Ed Sullivan!!. The Sunday roast leftovers had been made into sandwiches--toasted white bread, mustard, sliced homemade dill pickles provided the perfect sandwich crunch. We each had our own little plate--sandwiches like this are still the ultimate comfort food for me. We usually had chocolate milk as well. This particular Sunday carried with it the anticipation which had been building. The Beatles were coming!!! I was already the proud owner of a Beatles 45 record--"She Loves You" and "I Wanna Hold Your Hand". In light of the current technology, that turquoise and white square boxed hi-fi with the center spindle and round 45 record adapter unit which you had to wedge onto the spindle when you switched from 33 1/3 to 45 seems just short of cave man. But I remember listening to that record for hours and hours on my stomach in front of it watching it go around and around. My three best friends and I premiered later that winter as the Fab 4 in our weekly 5th grade talent show. I was Ringo--he was my favorite for a long time, obviously until I discovered Paul. We had wigs and lip synched. Great fun. We were a hit. Those same friends and I watched ALL the Beatles movies at the theatre on Friday night. I've been a fan for 50 years. I madly snapped photos a decade or so back of the pub in London where Linda met Paul. I reverently visited Strawberry Fields in Central Park in the 90's and painstakingly took pictures of my students, lying down heads to the center of the Imagine mosaic there. My classrooms have always sported some Beatles references--posters, biographies, bobble head dolls. Fifty years is a long long time to keep friends--especially ones you've never met and who are so very very famous at that. I looked around my fifth grade classroom the other day and determined where we would have stood during that talent show. The fact that my 50 year memories are connected to my year gives me warm feelings. So I'm just pausing to pay homage to you guys. Thanks. You're down by half. I'm so sorry about that. You had a good run, albeit brief. Rock on... You are truly in a class by yourself.